in company such as this peter’s education for the role of detective was completed by force, as it were. he listened to everything, and while he did not dare make any notes, he stored away treasures in his mind, and when he came out of the jail he was able to give mcgivney a pretty complete picture of the various radical organizations in american city, and the attitude of each one toward the war.
peter found that mcgivney’s device had worked perfectly. peter was now a martyr and a hero; his position as one of the “left wingers” was definitely established, and anyone who ventured to say a word against him would be indignantly rebuked. as a matter of fact, no one desired to say much. pat mccormick, peter’s enemy, was out on an organizing trip among the oil workers.
duggan had apparently taken a fancy to peter, and took him to meet some of his friends, who lived in an old, deserted warehouse, which happened to have skylights in the roof; this constituted each room a “studio,” and various radicals rented the rooms, and lived here a sort of picnic existence which peter learned was called “bohemian.” they were young people, most of them, with one or two old fellows, derelicts; they wore flannel shirts, and soft ties, or no ties at all, and their fingers were always smeared with paint. their life requirements were simple; all they wanted was an unlimited quantity of canvas and paint, some cigarettes, and at long intervals a pickle or some sauer-kraut and a bottle of beer. they would sit all day in front of an easel, painting the most inconceivable pictures—pink skies and green-faced women and purple grass and fantastic splurges of color which they would call anything from “the woman with a mustard pot” to “a nude coming downstairs.” and there would be others, like duggan, writing verses all day; pounding away on a typewriter, if they could manage to rent or borrow one. there were several who sang, and one who played the flute and caused all the others to tear their hair. there was a boy fresh from the country, who declared that he had run away from home because the family sang hymns all day sunday, and never sang in tune.
from people such as these you would hear the most revolutionary utterances; but peter soon realized that it was mostly just talk with them. they would work off their frenzies with a few dashes of paint or some ferocious chords on the piano. the really dangerous ones were not here; they were hidden away in offices or dens of their own, where they were prompting strikes and labor agitations, and preparing incendiary literature to be circulated among the poor.
you met such people in the socialist local, and in the i. w. w. headquarters, and in numerous clubs and propaganda societies which peter investigated, and to which he was welcomed as a member. in the socialist local there was a fierce struggle going on over the war. what should be the attitude of the party? there was a group, a comparatively small group, which believed that the interests of socialism would best be served by helping the allies to the overthrow of the kaiser. there was another group, larger and still more determined, which believed that the war was a conspiracy of allied capitalism to rivet its power upon the world, and this group wanted the party to stake its existence upon a struggle against american participation. these two groups contested for the minds of the rank and file of the members, who seemed to be bewildered by the magnitude of the issue and the complexity of the arguments. peter’s orders were to go with the extreme anti-militarists; they were the ones whose confidence he wished to gain, also they were the trouble-makers of the movement, and mcgivney’s instructions were to make all the trouble possible.
over at the i. w. w. headquarters was another group whose members were debating their attitude to the war. should they call strikes and try to cripple the leading industries of the country? or should they go quietly on with their organization work, certain that in the end the workers would sicken of the military adventure into which they were being snared? some of these “wobblies” were socialist party members also, and were active in both gatherings; two of them, henderson, the lumber-jack, and gus lindstrom, the sailor, had been in jail with peter, and had been among his intimates ever since.
also peter met the pacifists; the “peoples’ council,” as they called themselves. many of these were religious people, two or three clergymen, and donald gordon, the quaker, and a varied assortment of women—sentimental young girls who shrunk from the thought of bloodshed, and mothers with tear-stained cheeks who did not want their darlings to be drafted. peter saw right away that these mothers had no “conscientious objections.” each mother was thinking about her own son and about nothing else. peter was irritated at this, and took it for his special job to see that those mother’s darlings did their duty.
he attended a gathering of pacifists in the home of a school-teacher. they made heart-breaking speeches, and finally little ada ruth, the poetess, got up and wanted to know, was it all to end in talk, or would they organize and prepare to take some action against the draft? would they not at least go out on the street, get up a parade with banners of protest, and go to jail as comrade peter gudge had so nobly done?
comrade peter was called on for “a few words.” comrade peter explained that he was no speaker; after all, actions spoke louder than words, and he had tried to show what he believed. the others were made ashamed by this, and decided for a bold stand at once. ada ruth became president and donald gordon secretary of the “anti-conscription league”—a list of whose charter members was turned over to mcgivney the same evening.
